Last night’s snow storm made it clear I won’t be at work today. Our house is surrounded in icy drifts, like huge white scarves wrapped around our home. The wild wind shaped large drifts, arcing like ocean surf in three foot swells.
The snow is heavy and packy; good for snowball fights and snowmen, not so great for driving. Even though we have an all-wheel drive vehicle, one built for rough terrain and rogue weather, she isn’t going anywhere. She’s as much a prisoner of our yard as we are. We now both play the waiting game for the plough guy to make it to our door. With this much snow to push, he might not be around until much later in the day so I’m held up with my “Little” family and will happily make the best of things.
I slept in this morning. After the alarm sounded, I glanced out the window to see the wall of snow thwarting any attempt to go anywhere, making it a perfect day to catch up on the deficit I’ve been carrying. I seem to revolve in sleep on/sleep off cycles and right now it’s on a hard off. Usually reading helps to lower the eyelids, but even a book does little to tire my rebellious brain, so I’m left to ride it out for as long as it takes.
On the flip side, I never have trouble sleeping in. Once the sandman finds me in the early hours of the morning, as the sun is beginning to peek above the horizon and the night shadows flee from the light filling my room, a marching band traipsing through our house with horns blaring and drums pounding would fail to rouse me. Once locked into the elusive REM sleep, I’m just about comatose. If only my internal clock could readjust so that kind of power sleep finds me in the dark, between midnight and dawn, instead of in the light of day. But such is life; there are ups and downs to make it interesting. Complaining doesn’t work so I wait it out in the hopes that I’ll soon be back on track and not be tired in the mornings, demanding a quick nap after breakfast to feel bright enough to begin my day.
Ah.....the serenity of my home. The pups are gathered around my feet, the fire is crackling and radiating warmth like an armless hug, hubby is nursing a coffee while we watch Henri tear up an egg cartoon, shredding it into minute pieces as only he can do. No rushing or thoughts beyond these walls. I feel cocooned in comfort....it doesn’t get much better than this.
At times like this, I’m lucky to own my own business and not have to worry about punching 9 to 5 for someone else, worried I’ll disappoint as I digest the pressure of being late. I can stay home where it’s safe and not have to shovel until my internal organs are bruised and my arms fall off, suffering frozen fingers and numb cheeks. Today I’m on the inside looking out, not having to worry about the reverse. I can feel like a kid missing school after a winter’s storm; feel the excitement of a stolen day from duty and without guilt.
The snow is heavy and packy; good for snowball fights and snowmen, not so great for driving. Even though we have an all-wheel drive vehicle, one built for rough terrain and rogue weather, she isn’t going anywhere. She’s as much a prisoner of our yard as we are. We now both play the waiting game for the plough guy to make it to our door. With this much snow to push, he might not be around until much later in the day so I’m held up with my “Little” family and will happily make the best of things.
I slept in this morning. After the alarm sounded, I glanced out the window to see the wall of snow thwarting any attempt to go anywhere, making it a perfect day to catch up on the deficit I’ve been carrying. I seem to revolve in sleep on/sleep off cycles and right now it’s on a hard off. Usually reading helps to lower the eyelids, but even a book does little to tire my rebellious brain, so I’m left to ride it out for as long as it takes.
On the flip side, I never have trouble sleeping in. Once the sandman finds me in the early hours of the morning, as the sun is beginning to peek above the horizon and the night shadows flee from the light filling my room, a marching band traipsing through our house with horns blaring and drums pounding would fail to rouse me. Once locked into the elusive REM sleep, I’m just about comatose. If only my internal clock could readjust so that kind of power sleep finds me in the dark, between midnight and dawn, instead of in the light of day. But such is life; there are ups and downs to make it interesting. Complaining doesn’t work so I wait it out in the hopes that I’ll soon be back on track and not be tired in the mornings, demanding a quick nap after breakfast to feel bright enough to begin my day.
Ah.....the serenity of my home. The pups are gathered around my feet, the fire is crackling and radiating warmth like an armless hug, hubby is nursing a coffee while we watch Henri tear up an egg cartoon, shredding it into minute pieces as only he can do. No rushing or thoughts beyond these walls. I feel cocooned in comfort....it doesn’t get much better than this.
At times like this, I’m lucky to own my own business and not have to worry about punching 9 to 5 for someone else, worried I’ll disappoint as I digest the pressure of being late. I can stay home where it’s safe and not have to shovel until my internal organs are bruised and my arms fall off, suffering frozen fingers and numb cheeks. Today I’m on the inside looking out, not having to worry about the reverse. I can feel like a kid missing school after a winter’s storm; feel the excitement of a stolen day from duty and without guilt.
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